"So, everything you're facing right now isn't what you want?" Bo Sishen asked in a deep voice, a hint of choking in his tone.
At this moment, Mu Shini's pale face was devoid of color, covered in tears. Bo Sishen's words had hit her right at her tear point. She slowly lifted her head, pressed her lips together, and looked at Bo Sishen. While wiping her tears, she said, "Uncle, am I a failure for living? I'm just a pawn in their hands, no matter who it is."
"Tell me, who wants to be a pawn? Take you for example, Uncle. You can't be a gigolo for your entire life, can you? This line of work is risky; what if you accidentally contract AIDS? Plus, it's a job that depends on youth. I guess Uncle is about 30 years old now. If you keep going like this, being kept by so many women who are like wolves exploiting your strength, I think you won't last more than five years."
Mu Shini couldn't help but pour out her inner anguish to Uncle after receiving Mu Yanfu's rebuking call.
